The facial was very different and consisted of various creams and gels to do various jobs, opening pores, closing pores, cleansing pores, removing dead skin, and each substance has to be massaged in.
When she starts to wax the line of hair going from my navel down I begin to question her motives and when it becomes obvious she intends to complete the bikini line I am too far gone to protest.
She starts to buck and for the first time I begin to feel some sense of control shifting to me.
My teeth holding her clitoris, my tongue tickling the unhooded knob, my fingers pulling both breasts and my other hand manipulating the handle of the brush to its best effect.

As his hand was rubbing Joy's ass, she asked, "what are you doing Headmaster Johnston?"
"And now, young lady, you will only look at the floor" Headmaster Johnston said as his hand found the soft skin of her ass once more.
"Next time, tell me that you will keep your eyes to your own paper." Headmaster Johnston said as he continued to spank her now very red ass.
"Yes Headmaster Johnston, I will behave, and never look at another's paper again." With that Joy left his office.
After a long silence Headmaster Johnston said "well Joy, while your intentions seemed to be good in defending your friend, you must learn to not sass your teachers.

I didn't know if it was the light in the reception or her discomfort with Delia's reaction to me but she looked like she was alarmed.
"I was going to get you cleaned up but on second thought, I think we should go into the woods." She said with a seductive smile.
The way she pouted her full red lips got my cock instantly hard.
Any time I thought about fucking her to stupor, she turned around and smiled at me in a way that said 'you have no idea what you're in for'.
I was going to ask how the fuck she pulled that off but a Casanova can't think straight in the presence of delicious boobs and pussy - all waiting to be taken.

Busty was laid horizontal and Carmel screwed a spike into the back of the board which, when she turned a handle, began to press against the prisoner's neck, forcing her forward.
Carmel touched the prisoner with a baton for silence and asked the man for another turn of the screw so that Barbara Northampton, former executive financial director of Lone Star Incorporated Bank, could lap at her own vagina lips like a cat drinking a bowl of milk.
I am sure Miss Kipowski and her colleagues will enjoy letting off steam after a long, hard day at the office by raping and torturing Busty's holes."

Her bottom throbbed with a pain far more intense than she had ever expected and for the first time since going over his lap, she began to enjoy what she was feeling.
While he looked over the freshly printed pages in his hand he began to explain to her how they were going to resolve the issue of the spare room which she had failed to do any work on.
She had spent ten years trying to find a way to get a man she loved to spank her and now she faced a situation of knowing she was going to be spanked six more times and she got to choose when it would happen.

"No Mistress Blanche I have never been thrashed by a naked woman." I saw her mature breasts for the first time as I peeled the latex back; they sagged only slightly and were still nicely firm.
You shall have twelve strokes." I lay on the soft bed, my cock bursting to come as I waited obediently for my caning, watching her flex the wicked rattan.
I was ordered down from the bed, Blanche discarded her cane and sat, then pulled her legs back, allowing me a glorious vision through my streaming eyes.
I wanted to make it last for as long as I could, but Blanche flexed the cane dominantly, and also flexed her leg muscles, making her gorgeous thighs ripple.

Samantha was tied spreadeagle on the bed, bound to the chair in about three different ways, tied over the table, tied on the table, tied standing up spreadeagle in front of the window for all to see if anyone was going past the hotel.
Samantha was exhausted, she was laying on her back on the bed, her hands recuffed behind her back, the blindfold still in place, accompanied once again by the gag.
"You can keep the blindfold and the butt plug as a keep sake, as for me, Iâve got a couple hours of video of you on my lap top, and I think Iâm going to take that suitcase in the closet, and of course these keys here.

I am doing well but it started snowing suddenly and it is coming down hard now Sir. And, there doesn't seem to be much traffic on this road right now.
She drove a little further enjoying the warmth of the car and started thinking about her sexy handsome Sir. She always got wet at the very thought of being near him.
"I love you too Pet. You will be in good hands soon and all will be fine," she heard as her Sir rang off.
She began to tremble partly from the extreme cold that she felt when she fell out of her warm car into the snow, and partly from the bizarre group that seemed to be abducting her.

Alison nodded her head and turned her camera phone on its side snapping a picture of him on his knees, his straining cock wrapped in a pair of pretty panties looking every inch the subservient slut he knew he really was.
Alison massaging his prostate was causing his cock to intermittently ooze pre cum into the waiting bowl, neither woman moved their hand and Graham wanted to thrust furiously between their tight grips engulfing him whilst they laughed at the site of him straining trying to empty is load, Although Graham felt humiliated beyond belief his cock had never felt as good and hard as it did right now.

"Just to teach my pretty girl a lesson, leaving Masters door unlocked, bad things could happen to my pet!"
"You do not want to fight me my pet that will only increase the severity of my little ones punishment." The feel of his firm grip on her pussy made her juices begin to flow.
"You are not allowed to move, if you do the lesson will get harder for you, understand?" She could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks and soaking the mask as she shook her head yes.
"My kiten is doing very good." She felt a smile sneak across her face, she knew now that she was pleasing Master and it warmed her heart.

"Please Nick, please, fuck me, please give me your cock, please." She heard herself beg him and smiled, pressing her pussy back on his licking tongue, burning for more, her breasts aching on the cold metal of the truck.
Tell them who you belong to, bitch." He shoved forward in her and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back hard while pressing his fist down between her shoulders grinding her breasts back into the cold metal of the truck.
"Oh gods Nick yes, cum for me, give it to me, yes, fill your bitch." She moaned low, shuddering, shivering as his arms slipped around her, laying warm over her back, his thick hunting clothes rough against her bare pale cold skin and so good.

That smile of yours, with your small, yet sensually full lipped and expressive mouth with those lips I loved to kiss, I looked at your skin- it was almost August and it was now so dark from the sun.
You're beautiful at any shade, your skin a nice, smooth milk-chocolate complexion, I loved the way the light would sparkle off your lip piercing, and the way your black, wavy hair fell from from your brow, it is long enough to frame your all of your shoulders now.
You start to suck on the head and I moan, your big brown eyes looking up at me.
I want to fill my place full of color and beauty- it's small, so I want there to be things I enjoy looking at."

And traditional reprimands seemed to have no effect: Dominique had been called onto Harry's carpet many times, had promised to shape upÂand had continued to do things her way.
Apparently, Dominique didn't know that Harry had access to the e-mail accounts of everyone in the firm.
Harry called Dominique into his office an hour before his Friday afternoon staff meeting.
Harry yanked the rubber ball from Dominique's mouth, unleashing another spill of saliva.
Panting and moaning with each fresh assault of the riding crop on her now-flaming bottom, Dominique bit down on the ball-gag she had implored Harry to stuff back into her mouth.
After the meeting, Harry led Dominique, legs still quivering, back to his office.

I started stroking his cock and he at once started trembling with pleasure, he couldn't see me as he was wearing a padded leather blindfold, and his mouth was stuffed with a 2" black rubber ball gag.
I took the ball gag out of is mouth and after taking of the garter belt and black lace thong I sat on his face!
I walked over to one corner of the room that contained a rack filled with bondage merchandise and toys; I selected a large black double ended dildo and walked over to my slave!
Walking over to the pulley on the other side of the room, he pulled the hook up leaving me in the same bent over position as the other slave.

Margaret had once told me that she had never been afraid of her sexuality, nothing to fear, she ad said.
It's so cold" I poured her a gin and got Margaret a red wine and had one myself.
After lunch, Margaret turned to Alice and said, "Take him.
Well, you'd better not give up trying for me." I heard inside my head the words she had spoken to Margaret as we had left her party that time, "You should be harsher with him." I shivered and she felt it.
"Yes, but next time, you will." She went to Margaret's drawer and took out her black, silk scarves.
She stood and walked to the door, opened it and went out.
"Oh dear," she said as she saw that I had cum on my stomach and she turned and kissed Margaret.

I shivered ready to do whatever Marie asked of me, I so wanted to feel her soft lips on mine, taste her mouth and let my tongue explore her throat.
As her tongue forced itself deep into my mouth she used her hands to push me back so I was sitting on the cold floor of the dorm room, the cock in my ass forced even deeper into my no longer virgin asshole.
Mistress took great pleasure in sitting on my face as I ate her, allowing her pussy to smother me as I worked; laughing as I gasped for air and yanking on my pubic hair to pull her cunt from my face now and again to let me breathe.

Jon only had his vest on and me my short sarong skirt (with knot on my pubic bone) right until we got to the bus stop.
When we went out I just wore my lacy net dress, my collar and Ben. I guess that my lack of pubic hair helped cos no one seemed to realise that I was naked under my lacy see-through dress, although Jon did change our direction when we were walking down one street and we saw a couple of policemen coming the other way.
In the café the waitress got a bit of a surprise when she brought our food, Jon had turned round and was looking at something and his vest had ridden-up displaying all his dick and balls.

Then, sliding my tongue across my lips until they were wet and glistening with saliva, I opened my sensuously shaped mouth, bowed my head, and allowed the full length of hard, hot cock to slide into me, until the throbbing lavender head was rubbing against the back of my throat.
One had moved back to finger fuck His tight ass hole while the other squeezed, twisted, and pumped the tight skin on His hard cock with the rhythm of my hot sucking mouth.
Moved back so that my ass was almost touching Him, next as my face and upper body lay on the bed I reached back with both hands and pulled my asshole wide open for Him. Master then took His cock and aimed it for the open hole and with a groan filled me with His warm piss.

Janice said she thought she should wake me to make sure that I had some time to struggle in the handcuffs and belt before Shannon comes home and she gets to open the cell door and finish what was started for her.
Shannon then offered the Key to Janice who stated, âYou can have the honors, you have not done too bad so far, letâs see what he thinks about this next position.â And with that I heard the cell door latch open for the first time since I was locked in here.
Janice then proceed to take the chain which connected the ankle cuffs to the back of the belt and slide it under the crotch of Shannon and attach it with another lock to the backside of the cage, out of reach of Shannonâs hands.

He moaned, and with an iron grip in her hair, he pushed her head further down onto him, shoving his cock deep into her throat.
His hand returned to her hair and he pushed on her, the clear indication that she was to resume the more vigorous sucking that he had so enjoyed a moment before, but she was lost in the moment and pulled away from him, still just giving him the tip of her tongue.
She choked as he thrust himself into her, gripping her hair again to pull her head up higher, forcing himself into her over and over, his cock touching the back of her throat, pounding against her.

If only he knew what was going on behind the closed door just a few yards away, she thought.
For a moment she thought he hadn't felt it...but then came an animal bellow from his gaping mouth, then a second whinny of pitiful agony, and he crumpled at her feet in agony.
As she rode him she thought about the fact that she was taking him naked, in his own house, secretly, furtively, abusing his bloody cock with a heady pain and pleasure cocktail, but knowing that he needed it as much as she did and that he would endure it to get his reward.
She thought about that for a moment and that cunt of hers mouthed its approval and she felt her thighs moist again.

Sage said that way back in her first single days she had a boyfriend with whom she engaged in light bondage sex.
D told her he liked bondage and asked if she would consider trying it again with him.
Master was very busy running his own business but made a point of chatting with Sage online almost every day over the next few weeks if even only for a few minutes.
They discussed their first meeting and whether or not Sage would like to continue exploring bondage and, later maybe, BDSM or D/s.
Trying to ascertain her interest level, knowledge and experience levels, Master asked many questions that made Sage reach deep inside.

I want you to cum exactly at the point the waitress is putting the second glass on the table."
She turned her head slightly and saw that the waitress was at another table, taking an order.
The waitress said something sharp and the man turned his glance away, but Diane knew they'd been talking about her.
"No, don't look at me, watch her." She turned her head toward Diane.
When the waitress pulled the glass back, a look of frustration came over Diane's face.
"Let's let her finish." The waitress rested the glass on the coaster and Diane shook her head and gave a soft grunt as she finally came.
I whispered, "shall we tell her you had an accident?" Diane shook her head slightly, said nothing.